Strange things have been happening in the little settler town of Appleloosa, and Braeburn has been caught right in the middle. Tremendous earthquakes have rocked the deserts, the buffalo have been acting suspiciously, and a new arrival in town has left Braeburn questioning the life he thought he had.
(Note: This story is incomplete. I need feedback, comments and suggestions on this story, as I hope to someday finish it. Later reveals in the show will likely necessitate changes as this story was begun in August of 2011.)

After i read no.29 of this fic i was struck with the idea to make this april fools fic (even though it's past april fools)

One fateful day something so unnatural happens in Ponyville that even the Princess' are absolutely dumbfounded. This event marks the day that Fluffle Puff appears.

Twilight Sparkle, a young aspiring writer, embarks on a journey to pen her first novel. Fueled by boundless creativity, she finds himself immersed in a world of possibilities. However, as she delves into the intricate details of her story, Twilight becomes paralyzed by overthinking. The paths that her narrative could take overwhelm her, consuming her mind and pushing her to question every word and plot twist to be perfect to please the readers. In this struggle between creativity and self-doubt, Twilight must navigate the maze of her imagination to find the courage to let her story unfold. Will she conquer the daunting realm of her thoughts and bring her book to life, or will the weight of endless possibilities shroud her literacy dreams?

Despite moving to Ponyville, Octavia's career is going strong. In high society, name and recognition is everything, this is holds true for anypony who wishes to work in those circles. So sometimes having a reputation helps in getting those well paying jobs at private parties.

But sometimes? Sometimes Octavia hates her reputation. Because when a pony is found dead in the estate of House Radon, every eye turns to her to figure out who killed the pony, including the main suspect herself: Lyra Heartstrings.

With the rest of Canterlot a blizzard away, help is not likely to show up any time soon. So not only will Octavia have to figure out who among the guests is a killer, she'll also need to confront past demons she wishes she'd left behind.

This was written for the Whodunnit? Youdunnit! Contest

Next stop, Bridlewood, as an Erebus stomps his way into Bridlewood. The third part in the war robots anthology in modern day Equestria. Here’s an Erebus: https://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwarrobots.com%2Fen%2Frobots%2F77&psig=AOvVaw3v6k9mzSeYbyjDfXzEwb92&ust=1714238995429000&source=images&cd=vfe&opi=89978449&ved=0CBAQjRxqFwoTCPjwoIW04IUDFQAAAAAdAAAAABAE

Sometime after the events of the first TYT special: The Blockywockys, Allura, still mad at the fact that she and Twitch was so close to getting the Nova Charm, finds a way to get revenge on the ponies.

For every villain was somepony's hero ...

My entrance in the Dialogue Only Contest.

Technically a prequel to my other fic, The Twilight Prince: Redux, and uses common worldbuilding, but should be readable as a stand alone one-shot.

On the last mission to save Equestria, Rainbow Dash was hurt. Not critically and she'll heal, but for now she's grounded. But she also promised that she'd do a Sonic Rainboom at the next Wonderbolts show for Scootaloo's parents, and she is not going to let her girl down.

Solution: get another Rainbow Dash.

There's just two problems.

First, Spitfire knows her team backwards and forwards and she's not fooled.

Second, the human Rainbow Dash doesn't actually know how to do a Rainboom as a pony.

I'm sure this won't cause any problems.

Written as part of the Quills & Sofas 2024 Wonderbolts Contest.

Featured 4/30/2024 - 5/5/2024!

Also appearing on Equestria Daily on 5/3/3024!

I've spent the majority of my life tilling the desolate land in which I live. Every day, I wake up to move useless rocks from one location to another. This is an archaic line of work that my family has clung to for generations. It is a dull, grey existence.

Today, I have woken up in a strange room, lying in a bed that isn't mine. I'm surrounded by five mares whom I've never seen in my life. They claim to be my friends, and expect me to bring joy to the hearts of everypony.

Joy? I don't think I've ever experienced this for myself, so how am I supposed to thrust it upon others?

My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie, and I'm not sure what to make of this situation.